Ichabod Crane

Walkin' through the town in a fancy learned way,

Talk is goin' 'round and we're bettin' you don't stay

The Horseman's out for glory and your head you cannot keep

If you don't believe the stories when the Hollow is asleep

Such a tasty morsel but you cannot have her yet

Don't act in haste, of course, because she's someone else's pet

Teacher I beseech you now to try to keep your head

And don't tumble with van Tassel in a fluffy feather bed

CHORUS:

Ichabod Crane, don't go ridin' tonight

There's a bright bloody stainin' on the pale moonlight

Bullfrog cryin' out a wicked refrain

Are you listenin' to him singin' "Ichabod Crane"

The Horseman rides a stallion that's as black as winter's night

Courses through the valley in attempt to give us fright

If you think of midnight strollin', better think upon it twice

'cause your head will go a-rollin' just as smooth as loaded dice

Now don't you be forgettin' that they say he cannot fail

Not a soul has met him who has lived to tell the tale

He'll decapitate you quick and dead and never show remorse

And he'll gather up your severed head and feed it to his horse

So if you're out at evening and you see a head of flame

Too late to start believing, you have just yourself to blame

Your safety lies within a chance that only happens when

You hastily cross the covered bridge and not return again